If anyone walked in on us right now they’d see how tight he’s holding , how close our bodies are pressed together. No one ever talks to like he does, but I like that he’s not so careful. Everyone is so polite and well-mannered in front of . I’d take Ford cursing up a storm over programd robots any day of the week.
When he opens his eyes again, his lids are heavy and his lips part just a little. "You’re seventeen, Sloan. You can’t say shit like that to ."
"I’m eighteen tomorrow," I remind him.
"Trust , I know that." He releases and takes a step back then runs his hand through his short dark hair. "Besides, this place has too many eyes." He looks to his left and right as if making sure we’re still alone.
"Not in my wing." I point towards the doors that lead back into my private space.
I don’t miss the fact that he never said no. Maybe he’s considering it? Anything that has his body on mine is going to make my panties explode. I decide to tease him just a bit more and see how far he’s willing to be pushed.
"You’d be my first." I play with the too-short hem of my shorts, and I’m not disappointed when his eyes go there. Is he thinking about all the ways he’d be my first?
"Sloan," he says in warning then lets out a string of curses. I swear he’s trying to talk himself out of it. "Go change and I’ll tell you what happened to ." He points to his stomach where the bleeding happened earlier.
"Deal," I agree, knowing that it’s better than nothing.
I wanted a kiss, but being able to learn sothing about him, anything really, is better than nothing. I’ve been around him a long ti, but he’s still such a mystery to . Does it make a little pathetic that I’m willing to trade my protest against my normal clothes for scraps of information from him? I decide not to dwell on it right now. I’ll think about it later. Instead I focus on the fact that I’ll get to spend extra ti with Ford.
When I enter, he follows but stays in the living room while I go to my bedroom and shut the door. I pull off the shorts and flip-flops and replace them with a pair of black wide-leg pants and grab a cardigan to throw over my top. I slip into so black flats then walk into the main room. When I get there Ford is looking down at his phone. His head cos up as he slides his phone back into his pocket.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I blurt out the question without thinking. I’ve never had the courage to ask him before, but I can’t stop myself from doing it now.
"That’s not the question I agreed to answer." His voice is stern, but his eyes are soft.
"Fine." I decide not to push my luck. Instead I turn around in a slow circle. "I changed. Does this et your approval?" It’s on the tip of my tongue to call him Daddy, but I hold it back.
"I never said I didn’t approve of the last one. I just don’t think others should see you in it."
"Others besides you?"
"There you go, asking another question I didn’t agree to answer." I swear his lips are fighting a smile. His dark green eyes seem playful.
"Okay, then tell what happened."
"I was shot," he says simply with a shrug of his shoulder. He says it so casually he could be talking about a paper cut. I’m shocked and unsure of what to say. "It’s fine." He cos closer to , and I must have a worried look on my face because he places his hands on my upper arms and leans down a little to look into my eyes. "Hey, I said it’s okay. It was a through and through. It just needs so ti to heal."
He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear, and the gesture is so familiar. As if we are more than what we really are—two people who barely know each other. For all the ti we’ve been near one another we haven’t shared much. But it doesn’t stop from loving his touch. Loving him. I can’t explain it. I don’t care that so would say it’s just a crush because we don’t know each other. But I do know how he makes feel. And that isn’t sothing that’s ever changed. Not in three long years.
"Are you sent on top secret missions?" I don’t know a ton that goes on. My dad tries to shield a lot from , but it’s impossible to block everything from my eyes.
"Not anymore." His hand drops away from and he takes a step back as if realizing what he’s doing.
"So, what is it you do now?"
"I was asked to watch over you until your dad gets back." He puts his hands in his pockets and I wonder if it’s to keep from touching ? I can see the look in his eyes and it’s not as straight-laced as he would want everyone to believe.
"I’m sorry," I tell him as I lean against the seat closest to and watch his eyes follow the curve of my hip.
"I’m not." His voice is lower than before, and he clears his throat.
"I ant that you had to give up the missions. Not that you had to watch ." I bite my lip to keep from smiling and watch as the corner of his mouth turns up.
"I see. Well, it wasn’t what I wanted to do anymore." As if he can’t help himself, he takes a step closer. His hands are still firmly buried in his pockets, but the muscles of his arms are strained.
"So what is it you want to do?" My eyes trail down his tight black shirt to his trim waist. I begin to fantasize about what’s under there and if he’s got that sexy V on his hips that leads down to his cock. "You aren’t leaving, are you?" The thought springs into my head and I have to look up and et his eyes. My heart begins to pound as the worry spreads.
"Why? Would you miss ?" His words are teasing, and I’m surprised how much I like the sound of it. His cocky smile makes my fingers twitch. I’d love to run my thumb over his bottom lip.
"Maybe a little," I admit, trying to play it cool. "But you wouldn’t, would you?"
"I have no idea, sweet pea. But if it’s up to your dad, then yeah, I’m staying."
Why do I love that he called that? He’s not looking at as if I’m so kid he’s having to babysit. I catch the way he’s licking his lips and the way his eyes linger on the hint of cleavage that I keep leaning forward to show him.
"What if it’s up to ?" Emboldened, I step forward, and this ti I’m the one to reach out and place my hand on his chest.
His eyes darken as he looks down to where I’m touching him. He doesn’t pull away or tell to stop. Instead, his eyes lock with mine and he cocks his head to the side.
"Can you be a good girl?"
Goosebumps break across my skin at his question. Can I be? I don’t want to. Not with him. I want to do bad things that might get us into trouble. And then I want to do them again even if we’re caught. With Ford, I want it all.
I look up at him through my lashes and shake my head slightly. Then with all the strength I have inside , I step around him and go to the door. I’m late for my eting with Chad. When I open it, Ford’s hand cos from behind and he pushes the door closed. His broad chest presses into my back as his mouth cos to my ear.
"There’s no other woman in my life. There’s no one else but you." His breath is against my bare shoulder, and I close my eyes.
What would it take to make him lose control? What would it take for to push him there? Before I can find out, his arm snakes around my waist and he pulls even closer to him. I feel a hard length against my ass and it surprises . I audibly gasp at the size of it, but I don’t make a move to pull away. Instead I press my ass against it more firmly as his lips move down my neck.
"You’re seventeen for ten more hours," he whispers as his hand moves slowly down my body. "Be careful with how you tease until then."
He cups my sex over my pants, and I feel the heat of his palm even through the material. My mouth falls open, but no sound cos out. Instead I feel the pressure of his possessive and intimate hold and there’s no room for discussion. It belongs to him.
"Ten more hours," he says, before he releases and opens the door.
I walk on shaky legs to my eting with Chad. Ford is close behind the whole way as the throb in my panties makes it nearly impossible to think.
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